Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Happy are he and she who feed Blue Birds, Cardinals, Chickadees and even the raptor-like Thrasher. And who, after assaulting, cursing, screaming, purchasing BB guns and sling shots and considering barbed wire wrapped tight around their defeated Droll Yankee Spinners … Continue reading →

What has The Buddha to do with rice? Rice, The Buddha? Water takes the shape of the bowl. Without, it spills to the ground. Dries in the dirt. Without rice, Buddha dies. Turns to dust as iron to rust.. Blown … Continue reading →

Of all possible micronic measure, I confess an affectionados pleasure in those most efficient laborers, those intrepid toilet-paper-perforators with their 20 pronged hand-tool, stabbing sheets as they spool so all squares are equal and with two to a wipe, we … Continue reading →

If you could for a moment, forget Shakespeare and Wilde wrote in British. Just imagine! Hamlet with a Danish accent! The Grave Digger with a Copenhagen slum dwellers lilt! Horatio with a Sorbonne slur! And all of Earnests Important circle … Continue reading →

Ain’t nothin’ makes a body think about the after-life like an old New England cemetery on a late January midnight, where most of the inmates didn’t have the money to pay for Perpetual Care, not that it’d make all that … Continue reading →

To be loved and shriven is all I need to be livin’ Lovin’ my life with my wife and the open hearted kindness of the Father whose will it is to forgive and make it so. I need no relivin’ … Continue reading →

I know! This is just a Florida lanai! I am just visiting. But, please, allow me this vision. As I doze comes sunset. A gray mist rises from the pool, fogging my view of beige tile roof tops transforming them … Continue reading →

Faster than I thought It’d ever happen to me, I’ve wandered into the world of the elderly. At 73, 10 to 15 more years is a good bet for me. Genetics and healthy life will moderate the whiling away of … Continue reading →

I “Hello there, Beautiful! Here’s a few questions for you!” How much of what you are is owed to beauty? How much is not? When you’re no longer in the spot, (since you’re preceived to be “light”) what will you … Continue reading →

Oh! How deep the current of somnolence rises with the tide to soft slumber, to easy awakening in an early Springs cool mornings sepia shaded bedroom. Sun filters through linen-lace curtains. Fleece blankets caress, warmed by and warming my body. … Continue reading →